by Max Lucado
Originally posted here.
It's a good thing you were born at night. This world sure seems dark.
I have a good eye for silver linings. But they seem dimmer lately.
These killings, Lord. These children, Lord. Innocence violated. Raw evil demonstrated.
The whole world seems on edge. Trigger-happy. Ticked off. We hear
threats of chemical weapons and nuclear bombs. Are we one button-push
away from annihilation?
Your world seems a bit darker this Christmas. But you were born in
the dark, right? You came at night. The shepherds were nightshift
workers. The Wise Men followed a star. Your first cries were heard in
the shadows. To see your face, Mary and Joseph needed a candle flame. It
was dark. Dark with Herod's jealousy. Dark with Roman oppression. Dark
with poverty. Dark with violence.
Herod went on a rampage, killing babies. Joseph took you and your mom
into Egypt. You were an immigrant before you were a Nazarene.
Oh, Lord Jesus, you entered the dark world of your day. Won't you
enter ours? We are weary of bloodshed. We, like the wise men, are
looking for a star. We, like the shepherds, are kneeling at a manger.
This Christmas, we ask you, heal us, help us, be born anew in us.